May 2014

A tiny, gorgeous, engaged bartender asked me for marriage advice. I gave her some. But mostly, I just stared.

A formal, legislative approach to an informal, but important, subject.

Lust is like TV: it can educate, divert, or rot your soul. The trick is knowing which channel you’re on.

It’s a tradition!

I called Angela a slut, imagined her fucking other guys, and managed to turn my own fear of rejection into an insult. I owe her an apology.

I’m a geek. Here’s a geek post about how I keep track of all the shit I read.

Hy and I swap blog recommendations again — this month, I’m drawn to the cold, almost sociopathic detachment of a john in Amsterdam, and to the sharp voices of sex workers writing about their own lives.

Pandora knows me better than I know myself.

The Times called Olivia Pope a “home wrecker,” and it pissed me off.

An exchange on OKCupid about dominance, submission, and feminism that I found… illuminating.